Sometimes I got home from work and hit pen to page immediately. Sometimes, I made a fancy af dinner and then wrote. Sometimes, I got halfway through a bottle of Jack before anything slurred its way away from me.

With time I eased into it. I would spit a couple lines (all spit, no lines) at a time. Okay a few words here and there, then lines came. I’d follow along to what my friends were saying and how they were doing it, listening to the moments of flow and for their solutions to stumbling through. I laughed a lot. I thought a lot. I listened.

Once I got into it, not worrying about the desired result of the collages so much as the actual result, the collages themselves, and having decided to commit to at least a handful of cards, the fun took over.